Dear Officer Zhuang

Chapter 75 Don't Embarrass Me

By the time he was ready to respond to the city, the sun was already showing signs of setting.

When Zhuang Xun was walking steadily towards the parking lot, he was attracted by vendors selling flowers on the side of the road pushing tricycles.

The peddler, who was in his 40s, stopped when he saw him, and seized the business opportunity to sell hard.

"Boy, buy a potted flower and go back to raise it. My flowers are very easy to feed, and all of them grow very well. Buy a pot and put it at home. When you see such beautiful flowers, you will even feel better. Yo."

"Look at this sunflower, how beautiful it is. This one is very easy to grow, even if you don't fertilize it, it can still bloom."

"Look at this sky full of stars..."

Zhuang Xun lacks interest in the self-promotion of traders.

He is not interested in flowers and plants, and he has no such thing as taking care of them leisurely.

But he found that since his parents started to like to tinker with flowers and plants, he can also recognize some flowers after they circled the yard of the house to plant all kinds of flowers and plants.

For example, the clusters of blue flowers blooming in full bloom on the tricycle of the vendor are exactly hydrangeas.

He also knows that the flower language of blue hydrangea is happiness and reunion.

"Reunion...Happiness..."

Zhuang Xun whispered these two words full of thousands of beautiful things in the world. Thinking of something, his always cold eyes softened a lot.

Seeing that Zhuang Xun was indifferent to his sales promotion, the peddler muttered in a strange low voice, and there was even a faint smile on his face. The peddler suddenly had alarm bells in his heart, recalling the bad memories before.

"Boy, do you want to buy flowers or not?" The vendor's back tensed slightly, "I don't have white chrysanthemums here..."

"I want this." Zhuang Xun pointed at the blue hydrangea and interrupted the vendor.

The peddler saw that he was making a fuss out of a molehill, and his face was full of smiles: "Okay! Boy, you have a good eye. Hydrangeas are beautiful and have a very good meaning. The flower language is a happy reunion! "

Zhuang Xun looked calm: "I know."

When he walked towards the parking lot again, he already had a pot of quiet and elegant blue hydrangea in his hand.

Not only did he come to the city where she was, but he also bought back a pot of hydrangeas that symbolized a happy reunion...

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At the beginning of a new week, Wen Mi yawned very sleepily and drove to work.

The morning rush hour on Monday is always especially congested.

Wen Mi has gotten used to it.While yawning, she slowly moved the car along with the large troops in front of her.

When she was looking around with bored eyes, she suddenly noticed that there were many people around the park on the right front, and a cordon was pulled up.

Wen Mi's news radar rang immediately.

She took the opportunity to pull over and park the car, and walked quickly towards the park.

Outside the park, not only a cordon has been set up, but also the police are guarding it, so that no one else is allowed to enter.

Wen Mi couldn't get in, so she had to chat with the onlookers and ask for news.

"Auntie, what happened inside? Why are there so many policemen here?" Wen Mi asked sweetly.

Without waiting for the aunt to answer, the uncle who was with the aunt said enthusiastically: "Someone died inside."

"Yes, there are dead people!" The aunt followed up: "There is an old man who is exercising in the park in the morning, and suddenly found a male corpse in the bamboo forest. The old man was so frightened that he lost his soul, so he quickly called the police!"

"Male corpse?" Wen Mi said, "How old is the male corpse?"

"Six or 70 years old. We didn't see it. We heard it from other people." The uncle said.

"We often walk and exercise in this park. Now that someone is dead, we dare not come here in the future." The aunt sighed.

"The people nowadays are too scary. All the murders are in the park." The uncle also shook his head and sighed.

Wen Mi's eyes brightened slightly: "Has the identity of the deceased been confirmed? You often walk in the park, has anyone seen the deceased?"

"I didn't hear people who saw the corpse say that they had seen the dead man before." The uncle said.

"It's probably not someone from our neighborhood." The aunt followed up: "We are more or less familiar with people who often come here for a walk."

The uncle nodded in agreement: "Yes."

Wen Mi chatted with other onlookers again, and got similar information.

She took some pictures from various angles from a distance, but none of the dead were photographed, only the blue body bag could be vaguely seen.

When Wen Mi was taking pictures there, Peng Jing saw her.

Peng Jing came over very upset: "No photos are allowed! Put your phone away!"

Wen Mi had almost finished taking pictures anyway, upon hearing this, she put away her phone.

"Why are you everywhere! Where did you get the news from?" Peng Jing's brows were twisted into a knot, and he felt annoyed when he saw a reporter like Wen Mi.

The police hate the most when reporters take photos of the murder scene, take them back and write them as news, hype, and mislead the public. This will easily cause panic among the public and interfere with the police's investigation work.

Although Wen Mi never wrote such news, Peng Jing couldn't trust her after all.

"Passing by unintentionally on the way to work," Wen Mi raised her eyebrows deliberately provocatively: "Do you believe it?"

"I believe in your evil!" Peng Jing stared, obviously not believing it.

Wen Mi shrugged indifferently.

"Peng Jing." Wen Xingyin noticed this and came over.

"Deputy team Wen." Peng Jing's attitude was quite respectful.

"Go over there and help." Wen Xingyin gestured to the park with his eyes.

"Oh."

Peng Jing left, and before he left, he secretly gave Wen Mi a warning look.

Wen Mi rolled her eyes and turned a blind eye.

Wen Xingyin's eyes fell on Wen Mi's body, softening a little.

He smiled gently: "You are very well informed, and we have only arrived not long before you came."

Wen Mi smiled embarrassingly: "I passed by here on my way to work, and saw that there was a cordon and so many people surrounding it, so I came here to have a look."

Wen Xingyin nodded, his expression turned out to be the same.

Wen Mi tentatively asked: "Officer Wen, what is the cause of death?"

Wen Xingyin's smile became brighter and brighter: "You know, we can't disclose the search situation to the outside world, so don't embarrass me."

Wen Mi pulled her lips and stopped asking.

She naturally understands the rules, but in her line of work, there is always her own way.

Even if Wen Xingyin didn't say anything, they could get a little progress on the case from other sources.

After leaving the park, Wen Mi went back to the news agency.

Because of this incident, she was late for work and missed her regular morning meeting every Monday.

Hao Caile took the opportunity to educate her and put pressure on her again.

"Wen Mi, are you drifting away again? You think you can sit back and relax after getting big news about a few cases, and you're even late for work? Let me tell you, being late for work is the worst thing! Explain to you The work attitude is very problematic! Temporary achievements are not permanent achievements. When you feel that you can relax and relax, others are making progress and will surpass you! You must always have a sense of crisis!"

(End of this chapter)